1. She told him to shut the window-slats. Every shred of light should be brushed away. She wanted to feel invisible.

From Osama Bin Laden to the WNBA, Jordan Castro and friends explore who/what has sauce, and who/what doesn't.

around you because
I want you to keep thinking of me
as a small body, to wonder what keeps me
so pale, what sustains my Spanish mouth.

Don't ask me what I need,
for

The house

is new, but these woods are

strange, endless, and ancient.

Wasn’t this, after all, why she’d come out here in the first place? To find something special? 

This is not beautiful because this is not beautiful.

I meet a girl on OK Cupid and the first date goes well enough.

And now, as summer ends
and the days spread thin,
I feel my life like a meal,
not a bad meal, but one
I have eaten too many times.

[Previously on... Part 2 ::  Part 1]

There is a room in the cathedral called
"The Quiet Room."

Imagine.

Its entrance, this body too shaky
for comfort.

Janus, god of doorways and beginnings,
when I desire

Catie sent me her new book
said I was in it a fair amount
that’s a good way to get me to read something

Late one night I found him, my long-lost uncle, Duane.

pictures are as real as forever is
hello kitty in the weeds
I live endlessly as actual nostalgia
dying alive with the light
a new bedpan under the moon
all love is a lack of

I've known Tom Williams for a handful of years. I think I originally met him through Barrelhouse, and I've mostly tried to not hold that against him. He is, in the parlance of whoever it is that

I mean, werewolves, they have appetites, don't they?

"free the nipples"

I beat a guy

who had a crush on me 

at beer pong

we got stoned

in the Walmart parking lot

when my car wouldn't start

6 months later

he

In her third memoir, Belief is its own kind of truth, Maybe, Lori Jakiela uses a collage-style structure to write about the collage-like process of assembling an identity, and the particular

Eventually she won't think of me unless she hears mention of my name, or sees my friends, or a boxy japanese sedan from the 80s, or, perhaps, a Paul Simon poster

When I die
I'll die
In the woods
I will be found
After 14 months
By a 9 year old
You're picturing a boy 
But it's a girl
She is lost
And climbs over a log
To see
If she

Luke walks that line inbetween doing his booty-shaking and grinding on stage and also seeming like your “cool” youth pastor and that's not a knock. I love Luke Bryan and there's something about him that seems so genuine and sweet, I can't even picture him being fussy or rude with anyone.

I’m a stockpiling cakemix of a man trapped in the well Tarantino dug for me around age eleven. 

at work last night a group of brisbane boys came to sydney

they hired our function room to celebrate their friend's bucks night

they had been at the races all day betting on horses and

Jordan Castro reviews rapper Travis Scott's debut studio album Rodeo.

I’ve thought a lot about what it is that draws me into slasher films as a gay man. Maybe I am drawn to them because I read about so many queer people being victimized; in a way I am turning to them for survival tips.

We had no idea what Erotica Week would look like when we dreamed it up, over Twitter, months ago. And now that it's finally here, I'd describe it like this: the stories and poems on the site this

We had no idea what Erotica Week would look like when we dreamed it up, over Twitter, months ago. And now that it's finally here, I'd describe it like this: the stories and poems on the site this